This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down
by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow
out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not
until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.
Warnings: Language and a bit of sexual indication.
The baby won’t stop crying, neither can you or Maggie. Tears
stream down your face as Daryl hugs you close, as if he may lose you again. It
was too much to see Maggie cut the baby out, too much to see Lori lay so still,
her body going limp, but you couldn’t handle Carl shooting his own mother.
Seeing the rest of your group should have made you happy,
but you notice not only Lori missing, but T-Dog and Carol as well.
Daryl rubs your back, trying his best to calm you down as he
talks to Rick, whose on the ground, rolling in his own tears.
“Rick! Stay with us.” Daryl calls, letting go of you and
waving a hand in front of Rick’s face. He goes silent, not moving, not
speaking, no sound coming from him at all.
“The baby needs food.” Hershel calls from the steps.
You look over, watching Maggie hand the baby over to Carl
and hugging onto Glenn. Carl starts to walk away and tries to calm her down.
“We got anythin’ a baby eats?” Daryl asks. “No, s’pose not.
I’ll make a run.”
“I’ll come with you.” Maggie pulls away from Glenn and
stands straight, wiping the tears from her face. “I have to.”
“Me too.” You look from Daryl to Maggie, daring either one
of them to say no.
“Is that such a good idea?” Maggie lowers her voice. She thinks
you’re crazy, too. That you lost your mind in there. “I mean…”
“I’m going.” You say through your teeth. You glance over to
see Daryl whispering something to Beth. She nods and runs off, talking to Carl.
You don’t know why a little bit of jealousy shoots through you, after all, that’s
Beth. She’s younger than you, and Daryl never cared much about her before.
Daryl starts shouting orders, pointing all over the place.
His orders are rough like gravel, sending chills down your spine every time he
spoke, getting a little angrier if no one paid attention. He looks like a
He waves Maggie over and you instantly follow, Glenn just
behind you. He’s saying something about a store being empty already, but you
aren’t really listening. You’re looking around, looking at all the walkers that
have started showing up around the fence, thanks to all the noise from earlier.
“I can only take one.” Daryl says, pulling you out of your
“What?” You say, a little dumbfounded that Daryl wouldn’t bring
all of you.
“One.” He throws his leg over his bike and grabs onto the
“I’m going.” Glenn says and starts over, but Maggie holds
“I’m going.” She insists.
You hold up your hands and look at them. “Excuse me, I
should be the one to go.”
Maggie looks over at you, pity on her face with her eyebrows
furrowed and her mouth turned down. She sighs. “Y/N, I think you should lay
down. That was a lot…”
“No, I will go with him. I can make runs now, I’m good.” You
cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow. “Am I good for nothing
“Hey,” Daryl jumps off his bike and walks over. “What’s the
Glenn looks away, not wanting to get in the middle of this.
“She should stay behind, get some rest.”
Daryl looks at you and puts his hands on his hips. “You
causin’ trouble?” His tone was teasing, but you aren’t in the mood.
You roll your eyes and point to Maggie. “Why does she get to
go? I want to do something. Get me out of here.”
Daryl nods to his bike. “Get on.” He looks at you and then
Maggie. “Stay with Beth. She and I needa talk.” He moves over and gets back on.
Daryl breaks a window and looks inside the house. Things
were quiet between you two, which is fine for you. You aren’t in a talking
mood. You want to get the stuff on the list Maggie gave you and go, though the
prison isn’t exactly where you want to go to, but it’ll have to do. Daryl doesn’t
want to leave and you know that.
You find the door is unlocked. You simply kick it up and
walk inside, not bothering to raise your gun as you walk by the room Daryl is
trying to break into.
He spots you and freezes. “Hey!” He whispers.
You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, where you start
pulling open cabinets and drawers. You find a few cans of baby formula and a
bottle that looks like it will do the job. You stuff those into your bag just
before Daryl comes up behind you and pulls you around to face him.
“The hell’re you doin’?” He growls. “Tryna get yourself
“Just trying to get this shit so we can leave.” You grab the
bag and swing it over your shoulder.
Daryl grabs onto a strap the bag has on the front and keeps
you in place. Half of you thinks about swinging around and clocking him, but
you decide against it, since he is stronger and can probably sense that you are
about to do so. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” You look at him, facing him and crossing your
arms. “About the fact I was supposed to help deliver a baby? The fact I
witnessed a son killing his mother without batting an eye? The fact that we now
have to be super careful because at any second a horde of walkers will come
walking up to us in the one place we thought was safe?”
Daryl tilts his head and squints his eyes. “Wha? That’s what
this is about?”
“No.” You throw your arms up in the air. He couldn’t
understand. “Maybe. Daryl, I’m just so sick and tired of moving! We found a
place. We were supposed to be this big, happy family and now that’s impossible!
And then you didn’t want me coming along today, which was even worse and—“
Daryl pulls you to him, wrapping those muscly arms
protectively around your small frame and hugging you close. He plants a kiss on
your lips, most likely to have you stop talking. You admit to yourself that
your little outburst wouldn’t help anything, this was unstoppable. This is how
the new world works, people are different.
You stand on your tiptoes so Daryl can stand up straight
instead of curving down to meet you. He backs the two of you up until your back
hits the wall of the hallway and his overly large hands rest on either side of
your shoulders. He keeps you in place by squishing you between his legs and
pressing against your chest with his.
He growls a little as you touch his broad shoulders,
shrugging until you understood that he wants you to hold your hands behind his
Once you’re holding onto him, he grabs your thighs and pulls
them around his waist, still holding you against the wall as he tries to kiss
you harder, not realizing his own strength, but you don’t want to stop him.
The rush of the moment engulfs Daryl and you, sending the
two of you into a blinding heap on the floor, tangled within each other as the
afternoon continues on, a bird chirping in the background as the only noise
through the whole house.
It hits you only after it’s done. Daryl is lying on you, his
face buried in your fully clothed chest. His pants are still around his ankles,
though yours seem to be missing from sight. You glance around, hoping that they’re
in reach and you can slip them on quickly—no luck.
Daryl moves and lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours.
His cheeks practically glow in the dim sunlight as he looks down, a little
chuckle leaving his lips. “That jus’ happened…”
You nod, trying to keep the blanket you must have found
somehow in the act and covered you two with. “You didn’t have to do that…” You
mutter, still trying to spot your pants. The house is a mess anyway, there’s no
telling where they landed.
He stops trying to pull his pants up and looks at you. “I
thought… ya needed the distraction.”
“We don’t need another pregnancy.” You think you see your
jeans. You lean over and snatch them up, pulling them on quickly before Daryl
“Whoa.” Daryl follows your lead, buckling his ripped up
jeans and standing beside you. “I ain’t tryna impregnate you, Y/N.” He reaches
out for your shoulder but you pull away
and cross your arms over your chest.
Tears sting your eyes, you try to blink them away so he
doesn’t see how upset you are. “I don’t want to become another Lori…”
You hear his footsteps walk over to you and feel his hand on
your back. He gently rubs between your shoulder blades and kisses the top of
your head. “I ain’t lettin’ that happen. We ain’t gotta make love no more…”
You turn around and wipe away the tears from under your
eyes. “Make love?”
Baby cries harder which each passing minute. You follow
Daryl inside, carrying the bag full of baby supplies you hope are needed to
raise a newborn.
You set the bag on a table and Maggie and Beth rush over,
Beth making up a bottle as quickly as she can.
You glance over and see Daryl holding the baby. He’s got her
head placed on his elbow for support and his other hand lying on her tummy
until Beth hands him the bottle. He sticks it in her mouth, making her quiet—finally.
“You’re so good with her.” You say gently, no longer mad.
How could you be? Daryl is good with kids, he always has been. Sophia, Carl,
now Carl’s little sister.
Daryl smiles at you, a certain twinkle in his eye that told
you everything will be okay.
Little late to the freak out party, but my gosh was this chapter amazing and moving and badass and sad and *rambles on for a good half hour* all at the same time!! I mean, we don’t even have a full translation, yet:
Xing group cover ;__;
Lots of Voldo screen time, yes!
Where the frick is Yotaka??
Mizali… being Mizali. I ain’t complainin’
Yona being all, “Move bench, get in da way!”
“I saw a man so beautiful I started crying” Jae-Ha edition #589
Honestly, where the flying frick is Yotaka?!?
Shin-Ah power explosion. I was honestly scared, the art was so expressive for his entire scene. Terrifying!!
On-screen decapitation… #3? I think we’re at 3 now, right?
Beautiful Shin-Ah, for contrast, of course~
Okay, I’m betting now that Yotaka is somewhere putting on his makeup and will waltz in after the battle all, “’Kay, I’m ready… where’s the threat?”